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Every year I hope it doesn’t come. Every year I hope against hope that
the inevitable will somehow be avoided and peace will reign. I cross my
fingers, watch the New Year’s Eve ball drop and pray that the Resolutionists
won’t come, I pray that this year will be the year we are spared their terrible
onslaught, but they always come. Once that clock strikes midnight, millions of
Americans are infected with the Resolution virus and spawn a mass army of New
Year joy fueled “This year I’m going to…” mania. They amass as a unified force
to invade the common person’s stomping grounds and take over. You’ll notice
them immediately. Once normal coworkers or friends will be reading some new book, touting some new diet, packing a strange lunch they must concoct in the
break room; they’ll begin telling you all about the virtues and minutia of gym
workouts and how amazing it is getting up an hour early to go for a three mile
run. You may notice a group of them flocked together to go for a mid day lu…

Sometimes, I just have no idea where the day will take me. I go to
work, do my chores, take care of my responsibilities, and try to make the
weekend a fun and enjoyable time, before I have to go back to work and do it
all over again. They call it the Rat Race. Have you ever heard of this? It’s
pretty much a zero sum game where you don’t really lose, but you don’t really
win much either. To me it’s a mediocre way of living. I’ve always been goal
oriented. To be fair though, there have been times where my goals sat quietly in
the back of my mind, buried under a mountain of crap I called responsibilities and
used as an excuse to not go after the things I really wanted. For years, I wouldn’t
write a word but still fantasized about being a writer. Man I was in love with
the idea of being a writer for so long. That’s the danger of being a dreamer;
nothing gets done. That’s why I plan, so I don’t have to worry about where the
day takes me; I try and let the day worry where I’ll lead it. Life…